The Lord Is My Shepherd I’ll Not Want

 

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want. he makes me down to lie
in pastures green; he leadeth me the quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again; and me to walk doth make
within the paths of righteousness, even for his own Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, yet will I fear no ill;
for thou art with me; and thy rod and staff my comfort still.

My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes;
my head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me;
and in God’s house forevermore my dwelling place shall be.